The Ways Of I And We

Through our practice we get the opportunity to turn towards the 'I' who is practicing and investigate what that is. For me it brings up ideas of control and omnipotence, the illusion that 'I' know best and control the variables. With time the 'I' melts into something more fluid, where being a part of a process if more accurate. 'I' melts into 'we' and and my body feels a relief.

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So let's get ourselves sampled. Huh. Really lovely to see you all. Always. So lovely to start the morning in this way. And we're going to go slow. As I'm feeling a bit sleepy. So let's just start by settling ourselves, Finding the ground. Noticing. Body and as you notice body you might start to notice sensation and if there's movement that's needed then let there be movement Perhaps noticing your breath. Without any need to interfere with the breath. Just noticing it. Even here. I can notice how. There's a story about how my breath should be. Is a story I tell myself. About how my breath should be. So I have to remind myself to leave it alone. And let it be. And as I notice the eye. That feels that I know best, Better than my breath knows. Wonder about this I. Who is this I? Who knows? How I should breathe. Who knows how breath should move. Who knows more? Then breath. Or at least she thinks she does. Who is this I who thinks? This eye, Who think she knows better than her breath? Has been busy sleeping. And yet the breath continued. With the body I notice the rising and falling, The pulsing. Of life. The heart beating. And yet the eye that is observing has very little say or choice or impact. Over this pulsing. Expansion and contraction. Of heart. Loud. I can witness. And I can't control. As I sit with The eye. Something starts to loosen. I can see. The gray coming in my hair. Decoy. But I can't choose if that happens or not. I can feel. Colder air temperature. This morning. That I can't choose. The water. I can witness. My tiredness. How that feels. How I nearly overslept. In this moment I can't change. How that feels. Be tired. Through the eye that witnesses. Are quite as powerful as the eye. The leaves. What a relief. I can witness. I can acknowledge i can let myself be here feeling Curious. That's just about as far as my remake goes. Rest. Here's your process. Unfolding. I can be with you. And I can be impacted by you. I can acknowledge. And feel you. This I. That we are turning towards. Perhaps. Offers an illusion of being separate. And yet. . . I feel you. You impact me. In your presence. Now stay separate. The I that we're turning towards becomes us. Oui. Our breath reminds us. Of how porous We are. In the shape of I. Dissolves into we. Inseparable. Sometimes I feel separate. I feel individual. Sometimes, I feel. Connected. Interconnected. Part of something bigger. And what felt so certain. So rigid. So edgy softens into something different. Fighting the ground. Feeling, Sensing the edges of the body in contact with your chair or the floor or your bed. Being with the ways that we think we know. Then remember that we don't. And then remember that we did. And offering the fruits of our practice to ourselves, To each other, And to all beings. Thank you so much for being here. I feel you. Namaste.